I feel the pain of it everyday.
A pain that most people will never experience or understand.
A pain that may never ease up.
A pain that hurts deep inside.
A pain that rips through my heart.
This pain has a name.
INFERTILITY.
For a lot people, it’s just another word. It doesn’t affect them. It doesn’t leave them with empty, aching arms month after month.
It doesn’t make them wonder what is wrong with them. Or why their bodies can’t do something nature intended for them to do.
Infertility affects approximately 7.3 million women and their partners around the world.
I am one of many.
There are many faces of infertilty. Millions of people wanting nothing more than to be parents. Struggling month after month, with no results, watching person after person experience our dreams.
Infertility is unfair.
Infertility is cruel.
Infertility is my life.
And all I want is for it to end.
I want my miracle. I long for the excitement of a postive pregnancy test. I long to hear my babies heartbeat. I long to feel flutters of life in my belly.
But most of all, I long to be called Mommy.
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